I wake up feeling horribly weak and dizzy. I remember the king touching me, Damien ripping him from me, Damien being beaten. It hurt me to remember. Where was he? He had said he loved me. Did he? Probably not. It was most likely a reaction to near death. I get up with the help of a servant.
"Am I in Moldove's palace?" I ask. The young woman nods.
"Where is the prince?"
"He hasn't woke up yet. He's straight across from us." She says she pulls a light cloak over my nightgown. I walk across the hall to Damiens room. What should I do? I look at his bare chest, he looks so warm and I'm so freezing. I walk closer, I reach my hand out pressing it against his chest. I smile. He's crazy warm. I feel it through my hand. Sudddely he jerks my arm down pulling me in the bed with him as he rolls over in his sleep. I quickly shake him awake.
"Hmm?" He mumbles wrapping his arms around my waist.
"I'm in your bed your majesty." I whisper.
"I thought I already told you I loved you." He mumbles burying his nose in my neck.
"I never answered." I whisper. I feel him nod against my skin
"Very true. Answer then."
I roll over so I can face him, his red eyes are open, he is wrapped up in bandages.
"I think. I think. I think I want to try something." I say with a grin. I use one hand to pull him closer, I let my lips press against his.
"Mmmm." I mumble accidentally. I jerk back covering my mouth. He's smiling.
"You never answered." He Whispers.
"Ok fine I've been in love with you a long time." I mumble. I lean forward, kissing him again, this time I part my lips, letting my breath fill his mouth.
"Agh." He growls pulling me closer.his lips are less gentle as he sits up in the bed pulling me in his lap.
"Your majesty!" I gasp. He grins.
"Damien. And what?" He says kissing my neck.
"You don't think this is premature? Your father doesn't even know." I say. He laughs rolling over on top of me.
"My Father is lonely and old and He already loves you plenty." His lips trace my collar bone, then my neck, then my jawline. He presses them back to mine smiling. He slips my cloak off tossing it on the ground. I smile kissing him harder. I feel it leaving, my emotion. I can feel how joyous I am. He tears up.
"I felt that." He whispers.
"I didn't even try to give it to you, it just happened." I whisper back.
"I want more of it." He whispers.
"You have to make me give it to you" I whisper. He drops his head back down to my neck, kissing vigorously.
"Ah. Mmm." I gasp. How is he drawing those sounds out of me. His lips kiss behind my ear and I groan. He smiles. I shove him back.
"Your turn your majesty." I say with a wicked grin.
He raises a brow. "I'm injured you know." He says watching me as I crawl over him. Putting his waist in between my legs. I bend down, letting my lips touch his neck. His breathing is rapid.
"Tell me your name." He whispers pulling me closer.
I shake my head kissing behind his ear.
"Please." He whispers pleading.
I shake my head again, my lips travel down his neck to his stomach. He jerks me down, rolling over me. His face is inches from mine.
"Tell me." He whimpers.
" I cannot your majesty." I say gently. He growls pinning me by my wrists.
"Damien. Call me Damien." He growls kissing the visible area of my chest.
"I can't Damien." I whisper quietly.
"Why not? We are laying in bed kissing each other in our night clothes!" He growls.
"It breaks my honor code. I cannot tell you." I whisper. His lips meet mine, he kisses me hard, his mood has changed and he is frustrated now. Still content, but the happiness is stained.
"You know a week ago I hated you." I whisper.
"Yes I'm aware." He mumbles. His lips slow.
"No one would know but me. And I hate calling you Witcher." He hisses. I smile.
"I'm sorry Damien I can't tell you." I whisper gently. He frowns.
"Tell me or leave." He growls pressing his lips back to mine.
I sit up pushing him back.My face flushes with heat. Tell me or leave, he said. Fine. I'd leave.
"I'll go." I hiss standing up.
"Wait Witcher! Wait I'm sorry. Please come back to bed." He pleads. I stick my hand out, my staff smacks into my hand. For a second I close my eyes drawing my emotion out of his soul. I feel it retreat as it comes back to me filling me back up.
"This was a mistake. I'm not meant to be with you. Your a prince, I'm a Witcher. I shouldn't have let myself get close." I say walking towards the door.
I can hear the pain in his voice.
"You-y-you took it back." He chokes standing from the bed.
"You took it out of me. Why-why did you do that. I'm sorry Witcher I didn't mean it. It wasn't-it wasn't a mistake. I-I love you" He gasps running to me. I place my hands on my staff, quickly my eyes close and the spell makes me disappear, teleporting out of the castle and back to angus, I ride home tears pouring down my cheeks. The inner of my demon is leaking out. I hadn't had to clean it in months. I rush home, stumbling to the stream by my house to let my demon out. My skin turns red, my pupils dilate and I feel the burn in my throat as the evil soul shoots out of me. I grab the demon soul, drowning it in the river slowly. When it's dead it disappears into thin air. I cough, crying. I wash my mouth out with water, sitting there weak and helpless. I love him. I love him so much and I ran away. Just like I ran two years ago. Weak and helpless and stupid. I needed to forget, I needed to let him go. I coughed, sitting up. I would let him go. I wasn't a weakling anymore, I would be the evil, meldoven witch they thought I was, I wouldn't cower when a man tried to touch me, I would destroy them. I wouldn't give up my emotion, I would keep it inside just like my demon. And I would use it. I would never love again. I would forget prince Damien and I would move on.